[The noise that Ace makes when Smoker pulls out and he can feel cum and lube dribbling out is something lewd even by the standards of the noises that he's made so far tonight. Enough so that he's nearly embarrassed at himself for it, and he doesn't quite know what to say in response although with how obscene the sound was . And he kind of feels like he has to. But he doesn't, because what could he actually say to that? Then Smoker is over him and Ace is soaking up all of that power. Smoker feels like strength, and like warmth and good. Like something is right and stable in his world, and Ace likes it.

Ace aches into the nails raking, it's another in the list of things that he doesn't get why he likes, but just does. And then he's being held down, by his hair, and he moans in response. He doesn't want to be hurt, not really. Pain isn't the appeal. But fuck does he like being held down. Picked up. Just manhandled without much say in it.] I obeyed orders when I felt like them. And I'm giving you your way, because I want to. Because it feels good, to be good for you. I don't know what that says about me... [Ace is flushed all over again, eating up the kisses, hands roaming over every bit of skin they can touch in worshipful presses and slides. God, he's so fucked, he knew it would be good but he didn't think he'd be a deviant.] But if I didn't want you to take advantage of it, I wouldn't be here. I wanna give you control, I'm not just letting you take it because I'm weak.